Suffocating 5e Novels & Stories

I start rising. Higher. Higher. My boots leave the ground completely. I grab my neck instinctively. Nothing is there. But something is choking me. Something powerful. Something merciless. Beside me, Jack is floating too. Cody. The others. Every one of us. All clutching our throats. All slowly dying. The Dark Lord stands below, watching. Smiling. My vision starts blurring. The edges darken. Black is roaring inside my head. I can feel my strength slipping away.

Sixty seconds before the colorless, odorless stream of liquid carbon monoxide would pump through the opening, sealing their doom. "Vivian," Dominic growled low in his throat, his deep voice vibrating hard against her chest as he kept his massive 6'4" frame angled heavily over her petite five-foot body. His hands slid up from her waist, his long fingers anchoring firmly into the fabric of her cashmere sweater as he pinned her to the damp floor. "Do not move. Do not look toward the light. My team is penetrating the upper perimeter. We just need to hold." "Dominic, they are going to suffocate us!" she whispered frantically, her dark eyes wide with terror as she stared up at the hard, tensed ang

"You chose Edward Fox! You gave up everything for him, and I won't let a brain-damaged ghost ruin my future!" I clawed frantically at her wrists, my feet scraping against the slick floor as I tried to break her grip. Air refused to enter my lungs. Darkness began to creep into the edges of my vision, my throat burning with a suffocating, agonizing pressure. I can't... breathe... My vision blurred, Vienna's furious face twisting into a dark silhouette above me as my strength rapidly ebbed away. Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the front entrance were slammed open with devastating force, crashing violently against the walls.

Not irritation. Fury. Uncontrolled. “You dare!” she screamed. Her hand shot forward violently. And suddenly— My breath stopped. Just… stopped. Like invisible fingers had wrapped tightly around my throat. Crushing. Squeezing. Lifting. My body rose slightly off the ground as her magic tightened around my neck. I clawed desperately at the air, gasping uselessly as panic flooded my lungs. No air. No breath. Only pressure. Only suffocation. My vision blurred.

Stifling her as she fought for a real breath. She struggled against him. No longer able to scream as she suffocated. He held her tighter. Dropping his chin against her shoulder and turning his face into her cheek and ear. Whispering reassurances as the panic grasped her. Finally she inhaled the last breath of dark magic. Seeping into her and trilling into that wound before seeping back out into the room in a purplish haze that floated straight upward. He retracted those wings.

I can’t breathe, and I can feel my windpipe starting to crush. “You know,” she starts, tightening her hold on my neck. “There is a little bone right at the base of your neck. If broken in the right way, it will suffocate you even after I let go.” I conjure another energy ball and throw it. It hits Ruth in the shoulder. She cries out in pain but doesn’t loosen her grip. “If you kill me—,” I croak out, but she continues to tighten the grip until I can’t get any air. I fall to the ground, hands flying to my neck on their own accord, body taking over and trying to pull the invisible noose from around my neck.

Despite our best efforts to synchronize our attacks, the creature's webbing kept us separated, each of our movements hindered by the suffocating embrace of its sticky strands. The forest around me blurs as a crimson haze descends over my vision, drowning out the world in a whirlwind of rage and power. My heart pounds in my chest, a symphony of fury and frustration echoing in my ears as I struggle against the suffocating webbing that ensnares me.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

Panic surged through me as water filled my mouth and nostrils. "I fell in love with Sarah! I'll fuck her once you're dead!" he spat, his intentions clear. He planned to drown me, knowing we had opened half the crates without finding the knife. I struggled against his grip, my vision blurring as the lack of oxygen took its toll. Bubbles escaped my lips as my lungs strained for air. I fight against his suffocating grip, desperate to break free and prevent my head from being forced underwater.

Her throat burned and hurt from her holding her breath for a long time and she started to gaggle, gaggling for breath, she unfused her nose and she breathed heavily. Throwing her head back and relaxing her shoulder did nothing to help her from suffocating. The blood smell, her lost breath, she was tired of fighting, she wanted everything to end that she started closing her eyes until she succumbed to darkness.